Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damien said quietly. "I knew it was a possibility," Silas said. "The records were specific. Luna bond with human bloodline during conflict produces what they called a Prime. A child with authority over wolves that is not limited by pack structure or bloodline loyalty. Something that could command any wolf regardless of their allegiance." He paused. "Bloodclaw has been looking for this for years. They have been tracking luna bloodlines and old records across three territories trying to find any evidence that it could happen again."

“Have you all forgotten? Duncan came from a long line of alphas. Their lineage stems from the Guardian Hounds. So we can expect something like this.” He pointed out. The Guardian Hound’s bloodline was known to be the strongest werewolves. Said to have been born from hellfire, unleashed upon the world as a safeguard. That got all his subordinates nodding in agreement, somewhat satisfied with the answer. Lucas heaved a sigh of relief, finally able to put his focus back on what they were doing. As per the advice he’d gotten from the priestess, he returned to the site of the incident to check if there was anything different.

Ash told them. "Who?" Rose asked. "Donna, their Donna and Balck Clan King partner" Ash said. "W-What" Team shutter. "Yes we have their Donna" END. Wolf Den(The Mystery Of Black Clan) Coming Soon

" Mom sat next to me and took my hand. “About why the Blackwoods have hunted our family for generations. And the decision you’ll need to make.” "What choice?" Then be tempted to embrace your power and become what born to be: A true Guardian. Dad’s gaze were locked onto mine, steady, unwavering. “Or to allow David to take that child and use it to unleash hell on earth.” Lightning tore through the sky, bathing the storm-drained garden in light. The shadows flickered and danced between the hedges, coalescing. Wolves. Dozens of them. Their eyes were like glowing coals in the dark, echoing the flashes of light like melted gold. They encircled the house, a silent army just needing the order to att

I watched those tears spill over her cheeks before she quickly wiped them away too. "But then he appeared, the black wolf," She said after swallowing, intently peering into my eyes. "I knew that he was still a pup too. I could smell him. But he was so big, almost the size of my parents' wolves," She said with a hint of wonder. "And even though she was merely a newborn, my wolf could already sense that he had Alpha blood in him. He reeked of other members from his pack. I knew that I should've tried to run away...My parents have warned me for so many times to steer clear from pack wolves. They told me that they could easily hurt us, seeing as us lone wolves, we're usually much smaller and wea

Seeing the six dogs line up beside the Rogue Lycan, I could tell that he had trained him. “It was you.” I muttered while looking around Kierian’s larger frame. “Well, not me, but yes I was involved.” The Rogue Lycan chuckled. “What are dogs going to do?” Liam scoffed. “These aren’t just any dogs. They were raised to drink Vampire blood. Actually, they aren’t even dogs. I guess you can call them Vampire Dogs. They aren’t dead, but their consumption of blood allows them the speed and long life of a Vampire, as well as the strength and instincts of a dog. They have also been fed Lycan blood, but we don’t know the effects of that yet. This is our trial run.” He reached down to pat the head of th

And if the collectors thought she’d go quietly, they’d soon learn the lesson etched into every legend of her bloodline: White wolves don’t get retrieved. They hunt. They destroy. And when they’re marked, they end bloodlines—leaving nothing but ash in their wake.

During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time. “Low-rank werewolves can sometimes produce high-rank offspring,” I reminded her. “And my bloodline isn’t lowly either.” “That’s true. Let’s just hope everything goes smoothly,” she said. I counted the days until my labor, determined to expose Damian’s hypocrisy. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see if his boast would hold true. “Hey, who are you betting on?” someone outside asked. “Isn’t it obvious? The Blackwoods. A Golden Lycan’s pup can’t fail, even if the mother is a Beta. They have a better chance than the Stones,” another voice chimed in

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

Sara echoed, enthusiastic as ever. “A lycan?” “Possibly. But that’s all we heard.” “What is his name?” “Bloodhound. That is what he goes by. No one knows his real name. But we have seen what he leaves in his wake — a wreckage. He burns every village…” “Enough,” Courtney cut her off, raising a finger. “Your input is well noted and appreciated. Perhaps you’d be an asset to the Shadow Pack in the future. Perhaps.” Then she stole a glance at me before walking away. “See me in my office, Zoe.” —